Wednesday, May 25

Warmth filled her little heart not as her frail bones grew to the sky. Her mother pinned her to gloom and away from her stony soul. She never saw the way her daughter's eyes changed from a warm brown to black orbs, now incapable to feel tenderness. The little girl walks through ghosts, hoping to feel.

Monolithic fragility



photo by sergio albiac

13 comments:

Girl holding a paintbrush said...

you write so lovely :) truely inspirational.

thankyou for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment.

Murphy xo
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Rebecca said...

ohhh, i love the last sentence. i can feel a little resonance in my own life

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Sara said...

hey hun! thank you so much for the lovely comment you left on my blog-i really need to start writing more again! your blog is absolutely enchanting, i will definitely be following!
xx

Sara

minna said...

Took more than a glance, dear. What you have here is something quite beautiful. x

Jada said...

beautiful words and photo, love your blog...so inspiring :)

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Anonymous said...

love it.
xoxo

Valmai said...

<3 So beautiful.

brooklyn. said...

You have no idea how much I adore this. This is stunning, dear! You are such a wonderful writer.

xoxo

Something you've misplaced. said...

This piece is very enchanting.
You could say it's almost bittersweet. x

tasha faye said...

you have such beauty in words. you inspire me so much, love. <3 xxx

soph // and other things said...

such beautiful words. xx

Anonymous said...

Oh, it made me shivershivershiver. The little girl, I think I have met her before. x

Anonymous said...

your words, honestly. so beautiful & emotive xx